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people are not objects

 

we're becoming desensitized to evil

shackling mothers in childbirth

in Australia


giving birth in chains

people care more about dogs than people


i love dogs a lot




Poem?


robots & drones

have become normalized

smash a machine


else the banality of evil



the betrayal of mother earth

& her peoples



can any good be done in English?



what is art?


art is not entertainment


pop culture is shit


i eat shit


what do you want for dinner?



trigger warnings are evil



the nouveau riche stand for nothing


fuck the innocent act



innocence is not guilty


the chattering classes are guilty



lazy



they cannot write poetry




they are bad essayists



you mean person

not human



if you don't feel love for others without gain



you can't be a poet


self worship needs a bitch slap



i like butter



it melts in my mouth



suck a dick



you're not a victim



ur a bully



an ignorant


greedy


spoilt brat



i know love





sacrifice




i don't exist



slam is not poetry

it's not rap

it's mental vomit


lazy turd


pour me a beer


save the attitude



atheism is nihilism



the death of a conscience is a sure death



you're beautiful


i like sex


what's wrong with words?



the gloves are off




videos desensitize




aboriginal country




ur a guest



how u going on that beer?



poetry's about images



not concepts



there is no left or right



a woman in childbirth



in chains



the poetry scene in melbourne's a death cult



misery fuckin gutses



man up



i'll smoke inside & spit on the floor


& invite in winos


& get punched by them


so

they can speak to their pain & heal



while you blame me


for lettin ice addicts in who are smarter than u



what's wrong with ice?



crack an egg



actors



drama club



playing grown ups



you've never walked alone



ur not a woman giving birth



in chains



ur a scamner


who bars people from poetry readings


what law did i break?



spit it out



dobber



screw



fuck words



person in extreme pain in chains



it's bleak today



come into my arms my love



thanks for reminding me to have an icecream



i forgot pleasure



hate doesn't work



the world needs love



tonight a child was born



in chains



on her sacred land















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